The Maid's Contract

Yes, I realize what I do for a living might seem, but hey, times are hard these days and I LIKE what I do.  I clean other people's houses. I'm a maid to three men. Not a live in maid, but a day-to-day one. I visit each man's house once a week or more depending on his needs. I have stayed over before if he's having a party or something, but not usually. I've chosen my clients carefully. They are wealthy, trustworthy, honest and dominant. I had them sign a contract which I wrote even though parts of the contract would never hold up in a court of law. Nonetheless, everyone now knows the expectations. And yes, sometimes I miss things just to make sure my Employers are watching!

Contract

1.  The Maid will be paid at the end of her shift.

2.  The Maid will be responsible for the weekly cleaning of the following: dusting all wooden furniture, sweeping, mopping and vacuuming all floors, disinfecting all toilets, showers, tubs and sinks in the bathrooms, disinfecting the kitchen sink and appliances.

3.  Once a month the Maid will scrub all hard floors on her hands and knees using organic cleaning supplies, wash the windows and overhanging light fixtures.

4.  If the Employer wishes any additional choirs completed, he will inform the Maid before 8:00 a.m. on her scheduled Morning.

5.  The Maid will wear her uniform at all times while working, never casual street clothes. Further, the Maid will work in silence unless given permission to speak to the Employer.

6.  The Employer will inspect the Maid's work as soon as possible. If any of the work proves unsatisfactory, the Employer may require the Maid to re-do the work. The Employer may also require the Maid to accept a correction which could include any of the following. However, the correction must also be agreed to by the Maid. 10 Sharp spanks using the hand across the Maid's bottom; 5 stripes of the cane on the bottom or inner thighs, forced nudity while the work is re-done, nipple clamps for the time of the re-done work, 5 slaps of the Employer's belt on the bottom or palms of hands, 5 lashes on the Maid's exposed "petals", Corner time after the physical correction.

 

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Just Because

Just because he likes it, I offer myself to him.
Just because I like it, he accepts my offer.

Just because he likes it, I bend for him.
Just because I like it, He uses his belt.

Just because he likes it, I keep my legs spread wide.
Just because I like it, he enters me.

Just because he likes it, I open for him whenever he wants me
Just because I like it, he wants me often.

Just because we both like it, we are bonded to each other.

Training waist of a slave

I offered myself to him and he accepted. I am his Slave, his to use as he pleases. I am not simply his lover, although we do love each other. I am more than that. I am his property and this is just as I want my life to me.

He has begun to train me in the ways that please him. He adores corsets and heels, so this is where we begin. He tied me into my first corset. I will wear this until he chooses to release me which will not be for quite some time. He has told me that I will be released only to shower, but aside from that, I will wear a corset constantly until my waist has achieved his desired size and shape. He does not want me deformed as with some of the women from the olden days, simply curvy. Besides, this will help my posture and my habit of snacking too often. He wants my waist to be no bigger than 28 inches. At the moment, it is 32, so I don't have far to go. I will become so used to wearing one that I will feel lost without it. He has tied it tightly and every 20 minutes for the last 2 hours he has pulled it even tighter. I cannot bend at the waist. I totter on my heels whenever I walk, which pleases him.

He instructs me, patiently, on how he wishes to leave the house each morning. Upon awaking, I will service him with my mouth. Once I have drunk of his essence I will make breakfast while he showers and dresses. If, however, I spill even a drop of his essence, He will punish me by denying my own release for the entire day. I will then kneel beside his brief case and wait. After he finishes eating, He will then leave for his day at work. I will then go to my room and read his requirements for the day then attend to my chores. This is quite difficult because I cannot bend. Nonetheless, I must clean the house, make sure there is food, and complete all of the other tasks he may assign to me before he returns home. When he walks through the door, I must again be kneeling on my rug. When he comes to stand in front of me, I will unzip his trousers and welcome him home properly. Again, I will swallow every drop. If I fail, I will not be allowed to shower, I will only be allowed a sponge bath, but whatever has spilled onto me will remain.

 He will then inspect the house. If there is any fault, I will be punished. He will release me from my corset. I am to shower, dry off, apply lotion then go to him. He will replace my corset. Then, he will use me as he sees fit for the rest of the evening.

In need of Music

Naked in the Woods - 2

We have been here for three days now. She has slipped into quite the submissive state. She also smiles laughs more than she has in months. I should have brought her here sooner. From now on, at least every six week I am bringing her here. Yesterday, she tested me. During a simple breakfast of tea and porridge, she began a conversation. She started talking about getting a new car. I just stared are her a moment, shocked that she would so blatantly break the rule of silence. She knew she was allowed to speak only with permission, and never about anything from the outside world. When she saw my expression, she smiled and apologized. It was the smile that told me she was testing my resolve. I pointed to the corner. She blushed a bit but immediately bowed her head and went to go stand in the corner, hands behind her back.

I opened the wardrobe where I kept all of my supplies. I don't really like a ball gag, so instead I grabbed a simple scarf. I tied it around her mouth.

"There. That will remind you to stay silent."

Next, I went out to the garden. I had planted a large crop of ginger and now dug some up. I pulled out my knife and carved it into shape. Going back inside, I pushed her shoulder against the wall and kicked her legs out a bit, forcing her to stick out her bottom. Then, I inserted the fig into her anus. The burn started immediately, because she began to whimper.

"That's right. It burns doesn't it. You need to let go of the world. For now, your entire world is right here. This cabin, me, this land. I was thinking about having you choose what implement you wanted me to use for your morning spanking, but not now. I'm choosing. You need to accept the simple fact that you belong to me and that you have rules which I expect to be followed. You agreed to the rules. Do you still agree? Nod yes or no."

She nodded her agreement. Had she shook her head, I would have ungagged her, removed the fig and renegotiated the rules. But she had just given me permission, as I knew she would, to discipline her as I saw fit. He knew she was expecting a spanking, but he had a different idea. While she squirmed in her corner, he retrieved items from the wardrobe. Then, he sat and watched her. Her ass wiggled she bounced up and down on her toes. After about twenty minutes, he knew the effectiveness of the ginger was wearing off, so he stood, kissed her neck and removed the fig.

"Now turn around, but keep your hands behind your back."

She did so and he kissed her tear stained face. He lowered his head and sucked her nipples until they were hard little pebbles. Then, he showed her the chop sticks.

He ruthlessly attached them to her nipples. She bit down on the scarf, moaning. A fresh batch of tears fell down her face. Standing back he surveyed his handiwork.

"That should do it. Now, clean up the breakfast dishes. Once that chore's finished, I'll administer your morning spanking. After that, I'll remove the chop sticks and scarf. Hopefully, that will suffice in teaching you that I intend to enforce our rules."

Spanking of the Week

I've looked forward to this day all week. I always do. Most people hate Mondays, but not me. Monday is Spanking day. A day that I spend naked, nothing more than an object of beauty and sexuality. I am no longer a professional, nor do I have the worries of today's worlds. I am free of all work, all stress, all concerns. I am beauty and I simply have one decision to make - yes or no. I choose yes.

The day begins with a shower, shaving my legs, arms, cat. I lotion up with delightfully scented cream. Then, I go to the parlour. This room is only used on Mondays. It is my sanctuary. Heavy red velvet curtains cover the windows, a plush red carpet for my bare feet. A large winged leather chair for Him, a love seat, a liquor cabinet, a small table with two straight backed chairs, a chaise lounge. Inside the closet lie the toys he may choose to use. Once I enter, I am his. I eat what and when he tells me, I drink at his discretion, I use the restroom only when given permission. I make no decisions.

He is waiting for me, seated on one of the straight back chairs. He folds the paper he was reading and smiles at me. I smile in return. He turns his chair slightly and I position myself over his lap. He begins slowly, softly and I sigh. Really, this is more of a massage than a spanking. I do not think of what is to come, I focus on the pleasure of the moment. He increases his force, but not his speed. I feel a sting now and relax into his hand. My pussy is beginning to swell and my nipples are tightening. My hands are braced on the carpet. I will not remove them. If I do, that is his signal to stop. I curl my fingers into the plushness as he continues. His hand hard, unforgiving. My honey is flowing now and I am biting my lip, but I  have yet to cry real tears. He knows this and will not stop until I do or if I lift my hands.

His hands cover my bottom, the tops of my thighs, the famous sit spot. I know not where the next blow will land but I am grateful for each one. My skin is on fire and my mind is floating. Pain and pleasure merge into peace. Tears cover my face and suddenly I am in his arms. He kisses my tears and holds me. He tells me that I am beautiful, I am perfect, I am his. I am at peace.

Naked in the Woods

Warmth and sunlight filter through the trees, heating her bare skin. She is beautiful, bound to the tree, naked, raw, primitive. I brought her here for this purpose. To be closer to nature - her nature. Vulnerable and open. She is mine and much as I am hers. She will do anything for me. Even this. I know her arms are tired, but she will say nothing. She will not beg or wiggle or move until I get just the right shot of her. She will give herself up to creating the beauty that I desire. I saw in her eyes when she let go of her control, her tension and put herself totally in my possession. It took a while to break through her city made barriers, but neither of us was willing to give up. After this weekend, she will be happier - we both know this. She will be more centered, softer. She will remember she belongs to me and that I love and protect her always.

When we first got to the cabin, before we even left the car, I made her undress. She did so, knowing that clothing is forbidden to her here. I own the property for miles around. The woods, the lake, all of it. No one comes here without my knowledge and permission. She knows she's safe. She can let go here. The first thing she did was start a fire in the fire place while I unloaded supplies from the car. The hearth is old style. There is no running water here, no electricity, no indoor plumbing. Truly, this cabin is snug, but reflect a time gone by. I keep 5 gallon jugs of water in a small pantry. She has a good fire going now and I add water to the cauldron so that it can heat for bathing. Once it is warm, she washes herself, shaves, and then washes me as well.

Then, I sit before the fire and pull her over my lap. I rub her round globes then softly, gently begin to spank her. Still, she does not speak. Nor will she unless to answer me or ask a direct question of me. We are silent so that our bodies and speak rather than our minds. I check her slit and feel the wetness gathering. She's ready for more so I slowly spank harder. Within a few minutes she is panting and I can see her thighs glistening. I continue, noting the tension of her shoulders still. Minutes pass and I am relentless. Her bottom is bright, bright red now. Hot to the touch and finally, finally her shoulders slouch and relax. I stop, soothe her bottom. She stands as do I. I kiss her tear stained face. Then, she bends, grasping the seat of the chair. I take her, encasing myself in her warmth and wetness. She tightens around me and I fuck harder. She explodes around me and I fill her with my seed. We cuddle a bit, nap, repeat the process. 

She fixes dinner over the open fire - a simple stew. The next morning, I do no spank her. I take her into the woods and tie her to a tree, back to me. I flog her back, her bottom, her thighs, her cunt. She cums quickly and I laugh. Then, I fuck her. She is tender and sore, I know, but so very soft and pliable. I pull out and cum on her ass. Then, I release her, only to turn her around and re-tie her. I want to capture this moment. I leave her alone for a few minutes while I head back to the cabin to get my camera. She opens her mouth to object, but catches herself and closes her lips.

She is beautiful, bound to the tree, naked, raw, primitive. I brought her here for this purpose. To be closer to nature - her nature. Vulnerable and open. She is mine and much as I am hers. She will do anything for me.

Accepting the Spanking.

I know the rules and I broke several of them. Willingly and knowingly. Which rules I broke do not matter. Now, it's time to face the piper. I know my job. I signed up for it. I signed a contract that would never hold up in court, yet it is still binding, at least in my mind and His. I am His. I am His personal librarian and code d'Odalisque. Yes, that's an old world term, which translates, more or less, into "pleasure slave." As His librarian, I have rules which must be followed and when they are not, I am punished which often involves pain, humiliate and then forgiveness. As His code d'Odalisque, my only "job" is to give Him pleasure, whatever His pleasure may be. This rarely involves actually pain or humiliation. If these are involved they always lead to pleasure. Tonight, though, I am to be punished. I understand and accept this. He would never punish me unless I did.

I am to be tied to His desk in the library. He will whip me first with his hand, then his belt. He will set the timer for ten minutes and whip me until the timer goes off. Then,  He will fuck me leaving me tied to the desk, his cum dripping out of me. He has told me all of this. This will be the pain. Then, will be the humiliation. He will invite a few of his friends over for drinks. They will talk, drink, and I will remain in place, spread open red assed, tears streaking my face, his cum drying on my thighs and pussy lips. He will offer them the use of any of my holes. They will be allowed to spank me as well. I am not to speak.  He will answer all questions, make all decisions. He has discussed this with me and I have agreed. I have a choice and I choose Him.

Rope Panties

We're going to a party tonight. All the guests will be of like mind - tops and bottoms, masters and slaves, doms an subs. The party is to begin in a public location with public play. Because alcohol is sold, the law prohibits total nudity, so my genitals and nipples must be covered. Still, Matthew has ordered that I wear no underwear for one full week. I'm not sure what to do, so I place black electrical tape over my nipples and pull on my dress, a short, sweet little red number and slip into matching heels. I'm concerned, but I also trust Matthew to make the final decision. I'm just finishing putting on my lipstick when the doorbell rings.

"Good," he says then kisses me. "You're almost ready. Lift your dress."
I do so.

"Now that's my good girl, following my orders," he tells me and I blush a bit, pleased by his words.

"Keep holding the dress up."

I see him take out a length of soft silken rope. He kneels in front of me and gets to work. I close my eyes and sigh. I love when he binds me. It's like a hug, but better almost because when he ties me into a corset, loops rope around my wrists, binds me in any way, I am constantly reminded of his hands, his arms, his body. I feel him even when he is not touching me. I feel a warmth deep inside of me and know the tremor of my body. He slides the rope between my petals and positions a knot on my clit. I bite my lip and moan. He finishes, stands and grabs my hair, pulling my head back.

"Now you may cum," he says as his lips take mine.

I do. His mouth swallows my screams and my juices coat the rope. He holds me so I don't fall an
d I sway against him. I can feel the rumble in his chest and I know he's laughing at me. He loves how easily I cum.

When my tremors stop, he releases me slowly, making sure I'm steady.

"Now, I believe we have covered all that needs to be. Straighten your dress we'll go. You're in for a wonderful night, my dear."

To Train a Slave

He is mine. He has dedicated himself to me. I wasn't sure at first if I could accept this, but now, I'm glad I did. He is so much happier now and that, in the end, is truly what matters to me. Plus, I have to admit, my live is easier, better, less stressful since he has entered it. The poor man was directionless before. Now, he is focused, not just in his service to me, but in his life. He tells me he feels grounded, secure. The first thing I did to help him with this was to establish a set of rules. We discussed them, made adjustments, and once we agreed, we posted them in my bedroom. He also committed them to memory - his little gift to me.

1.  The Lady's wardrobe will be kept neat, the clothes ironed and shoes cleaned at all times.
2.  The slave will prepare the Lady's bath and serve her a chilled glass of white wine.
3.  The slave will attempt to follow specific orders from the Lady at all times.
4.  If the slave cannot or will not follow an order, he will respectfully explain why.
5.  The slave will worship the Lady's feet each evening after she arrives home from work.
6.  The slave will never touch himself or have an orgasm without the Lady's permission.
7.  In public, the slave will behave in a gentlemanly but not subservient manner at all times.
8.  The slave will willingly accept any forms of discipline or punishment from the following list:  enforced chastity, enforced nudity, sleeping on the floor, acting as furniture, performance of menial household tasks, enforced silence.
9.  Other forms of discipline or punishment will be discussed and agreed to mutually.
10.  The slave will always see to his Lady's sexual pleasure before his own.

Following this list of rules, I also set up a variety of new skills I wanted him to learn.

1.  massage
2.  manicure and pedicure
3.  waxing
4.  sewing (for mending purposes only)

So far, my dear boy has learned basic massage techniques and has become quite adept at giving a manicure and pedicure. I am very pleased with his progress, but more so, he feels more self satisfaction and confidence.

Now, during the Mardi Gras season, I have arranged for a little pleasure for him. Each day he is to masturbate and attain orgasm at least once and up to five times. This is, after all, the season for pleasure.

However, once lent, the season of repentance begins, he will be in chastity until Easter. He knows this is coming and has accepted the challenge. Yes, it seems harsh, but think how wonderful his Easter celebration will be!

More than a Spanking

Submission is more than accepting a spanking. It is finding the strength to place the desires and needs of another before your own. It is accepting that person's dominance over you not because he is stronger than you but because it makes you happy to do so. It is not ignoring your own needs, but admitting them. It is about demanding respect for your gift of service. It is about accepting physical pain because the result is that your Dominant is happy. It is about having enough strength of character to put yourself aside and opening, willingly give your personal power to another. It is about allowing your limits to be explored and pushed and trusting your Dominant to lead you to new pleasures, new experiences, new adventures. It is a journey of self discovery and love.

Brattiness receives no mercy

I HATE de-Christmasing the house! With a passion I hate it. I whine, complain and procrastinate. This year, Mark decided he'd had enough of my brattiness. Little did I know, but while we were working, he kept track of how many times I bitched. Now, it's time to pay up. Apparently, my mouth got feisty fifteen times. Yeah, that's a lot. No wonder he got tired of hearing my complain.

So fifteen is the magic number. Fifteen twigs he tied together while I watched, kneeling, naked and trembling. Fifteen times he switched my bare bottom, each blow stinging more that the previous. By number eight I was sobbing, begging for forgiveness, promising never to whine again. He said nothing, simply continued mercilessly. Then, he fucked me, not in my hot, wet pussy, but in my ass. He plunged in deeply, filling me completely. He came deep within my bowels. I cried out again, this time not with pain, but pleasure, squeezing the last drops from him. I love when he uses me, reminds me that I am his, blesses me with his essence. 

Have I learned my lesson - of course. Will I repeat my behaviour? Well now - that is always a possibility. 

What to do?

My little sub needs a gift or two. But, I'm undecided. She's petite, large breasts with sensitive nipples, a rounded bottom. Perhaps I could get a vote to help me decide.

1. As a precaution for her safety when she is without me.

2.  To wear beneath her winter sweater to remind her of my touch.

3.  For playful spankings.

For variety. (I do like hanging weights off the connective chain as well as hearing the tinkling of little bells.

So she is always open for me - every hole.

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Serving her - his perspective

Today's society would most likely look down on me for being a slave to my Mistress, but that really doesn't bother me a bit. This is who I am and I'm proud of it. Last week, though, I displeased her, broke a simple rule by pleasuring myself in the shower. Now, I'm in chastity. I love this and hate it at the same time. I love her control over me. She wears the key on a bracelet so that I see it every time she moves her arm, a constant reminder that she has the ultimate control over me. Also, because I am in chastity doesn't mean that she is. I still attend to her, kissing her feet, her legs, giving her pleasure orally. I kiss and suckle her clit, finger fuck her until she cums. This always brings me both joy and pain. I have pleased her but I so want release myself. Normally, she allows me release at least once a day so a week in forced chastity has truly humbled me. I beg her nightly to give me this release. She touches me, kisses me, she cradles my balls, even kisses them. I'm crying by this point. Then, she stops. She smiles at me, tells me to come to bed. I hold her naked body against mine, offering her my warmth and comfort. She tells me to sleep. Perhaps tomorrow she will release me. Perhaps.

She is a strict Mistress and I love her with all my heart an soul.

Leased and tied.

G has been lovely. It is hard to think that after tomorrow she will go back to her husband. Still, that's as it should be.

I love how well she responds to being tied, restrained. She simpered and glowed and kissed me when I told her that she would remained leashed to my bed. Today, though, I have another plan. I want her with me but I also want to give her the security of being leashed. 

Her husband has trained her ass well. She loves her ass plugged, used, fucked, so I decided to combine her two desires.

When I showed her the plug and leash she licked her lips. My cock immediately sprang to attention. I warned her that because of the o-ring she wouldn't be able to sit. She'd have to kneel, stand or lie. Eagerly she nodded her head. I told her to hop up on the bed. I lubbed her up and noticed how beautifully her honey began to flow. I inserted the plug slowly. She gasped then spun around and asked if she could thank me.

She unzipped my trouser and sprung my cock. She licked the tip and I buried my hands in her hair. She continued to worship me, licking, kissing, sucking. I was about to explode. I pulled her head away from me and felt a moment's guilt at the pouty look on her face. Still, I had other plans. I pushed back onto the bed and  quickly stepped out of my clothes. I knelt between her legs, rested her ankles on my shoulders and positioned the tip just inside of her dripping pussy.

What are you? 

I am your slut.

Do you like this?

Oh my god, yes.

That's all I needed to hear. I plunged in. Deep. Hard. Fast. She clenched around me and began to tremble. I was so glad I'd given her permission to cum at will. She exploded around my shaft, drenching me with her honeyed cream. I pinched her nipples and she convulsed again, this time, I joined her, shooting my load deep inside her tunnel.

After we had both rested, I gave her a gift. I told her we were going to have a guest for dinner and I wanted her dressed appropriately. She looked confused but I just smiled, knowing she'd love the guest. When she opened the box, she squealed with delight.

I helped lace her into the corset and had her step into the soft white skirt. I then wound the metal leash around her thighs, reminding her of it's presence but sufficiently hiding it from view.She looked beautiful. As she always did. 

Tonight, she would serve both me and her Lord. We would ensure that her time with me ended on a very merry note.

Well Used Gift.

My Lord and Master has given me to Sir as a Christmas Gift. I couldn't be more pleased. This is my second day with Sir. Last night, after worshiping his cock, he untied my ankles and let me curl up next to him. He played with the bells clipped to my nipples while he relaxed and watched a bit of television. Each flick caused my nipples to burn and the bells to chime and my pussy to tighten. Finally, he ordered me to his bed. He tied me, my legs spread, my hands above my head, to his bed. His mouth devoured my tender buds until I screamed and begged. He laughed at my distress then, with a nipple caught between his teeth, he gave permission. I exploded with pleasure. He sucked off one clip and I screamed again. He gave me permission to cum at will as his gift to me. Then, he sucked off the other clip. He reached down, fingered me pussy, dipping deeply into my honey.

Ready for me, Slut?

Yes, Sir!

First, give me a number.

Panting, I answered. 8.

Eight it is. He opened a drawer and pulled out a soft flogger. I almost fainted with desire.

I heard the swish then felt the sting. Eight times he flogged my pussy, each stroke harder than the last until, by number 7, tears ran down my cheeks.

That's it. Cry for me. I want your pussy and your face wet.

I screamed. Stroke 8 felt like fire across my wet, delicate, swollen flesh. He gave me no time to catch my breath before he entered me, driving his hard cock deep within my womb. I clenched around him and came again, bright colors exploding from my eyes. Harshly, he fucked me. No mercy. He took what he wanted and within moments emptied himself - not in me as I so wanted, but on me, his sweetness burning my tummy, by breasts.

Slowly, he untied my hands and ankles. He kissed me gently and re-tied one ankle to the bed, leaving a good five feet of play in the rope.

Now, G, I'm tired. I'm going to give you your nightly spanking and then we are both going to sleep. I will spank you until you cry every night because I know you need it. But rest well, because for the next 7 days, you will be naked, leashed, tied to my bed, spanked, tweezed, shaved, fucked in every hole, flogged, fisted, figged. Your ass will be plugged at all times unless you need to relieve yourself. I will be your world and I will do anything else I desire. You will speak only when I ask a question. You are mine. Understood?

Oh yes Sir.

He flipped me over onto my stomach. He lifted my hips and placed several pillows beneath me. His hand came down on my bottom. Hard. fast. Punishing. I gasped at the pain, at the pleasure. I squirmed and he held me own with one hand on the small of my back. I bi my lip and held onto the sheets. I did not cry easily during a spanking, but he was right. Unless I cried, I felt unfulfilled. Crying was my sign of total submission, giving, release. Again and again he spanked me. Soon, he began to pant. Pain clouded my vision, but I began to feel a tight coil inside of me release, ease. I floated and gave myself over to him. Warmth covered me more securely than any blanket.

Then, he was holding me. Crooning to me, kissing my tear stained faced.

That's it my precious G. Cry it out. Relax, honey. I'll hold you until you until you sleep.

This is going to be a very, very good week.

The Gift

I see her. There beneath the tree. My gift from my best friend. Technically, she belongs to both of us, but her first Master is Joe, her husband. For the next week, though, she is mine. According to her tag, this is Joe's gift to me. One week alone with G. When I came home from work today she was beneath my tree all nicely tied up, nude beneath her silken cords, bells on her nipples, a jewel in her ass, a ribbon tied around her mouth as a gag, a tag on her collar. I smile at her as I read the tag. Then, I laugh a bit. Pleased with my gift. She can't speak, but her eyes follow my every movement and I can easily see the desire in them. The desire to please me, to be pleased herself.

I fix myself a stiff drink. Then, I turn on some music, very much aware that my Gift is watching my every move. For the moment, I just want to look at her, her beauty, and make plans. Her hands are tied in front of her with a simple knot. Her ankles also tied together with a length of about 3 feet between her feet. She can easily move or untie herself if she wants or needs to, but I know she will not move unless I give her permission. 

I build up the fire in the fireplace so that it is nice and toasty in my living room. Then, I tell her to come to me. She turns a bit and rises to her knees. She crawls to me and sits back on her ankles, looking up at me.

Undress me.

She completes her task as gracefully as her bonds allow. I remove her ribbon gag and offer her a sip of my cocktail. 

Welcome me home.

Sighing and giving me a quick smile, she kisses my cock, licks it, begins her worship. I gently pet her hair, running my fingers through it's red length. Her mouth is a haven of beauty and comfort. Hot. She sucks my rod deeply down her throat, cradles my sac with her bound hands. I tip my head back and just feel. Her warmth, her obedience, her thick hair. I look down and see her eyes looking up at me, lust making them bright as emeralds. My cock grows and my balls tighten. I explode, gifting her with my juice. Sweet as a kitten, she drinks the milk, lapping up each drop. I lower myself to the leather couch and she follows my movement, never letting her mouth leave my cock. She places her cheek on my lap, resting.

Yes. This is going to be a glorious week.

Serving Her

A simple command. That was what she had given him. He had begged her to give him more responsibilities and she had agreed. He was not to orgasm. Never. Well, never when he wasn't in her presence that is. This morning, though, he had confessed that while showering, he had touched himself, though of being inside of her was too much for him and he had, indeed, cum.  I understand why it happened, but I simply cannot allow him to disobey. He will lose respect for me as his Mistress and I will have failed to give him the discipline he requires to be happy.

Therefore, he will suffer a punishment. Harsh, but needed. He will be in chastity. He will lock himself into the device and then humbly offer me the key. He will remain nude in my presence and below me unless he is serving me. He will kneel, crawl, lie on the floor. He will kiss and worship my body with his hands, his mouth. He will suckle my nipples while I bring myself to orgasm with a vibrator. He will massage my feet.

 He will dress fashionably and escort me to dinner, movies, parties. He will be a perfect gentleman, holding the door for me, seeing to my drink, driving.

All the while he will be in chastity.

For how long? Until I decide he can not last another moment. Until he begs me to release him. And then - I'll wait a bit longer. Only then, I unlock him. Then, he will make love to me. Gently. Slowly. Pleasing me. Only after I have cum will I allow him a pleasurable ending.

Holiday Spice

I love the holidays. So many opportunities. Garland for her bonds. Ornaments for her nipples. Candles for dildos or waxing. She loves when I take her out on a cold winter night all bundled up in her warm woolen coat, boots, gloves, muffler - and no other clothing. I usually attach her nipple clips on such occasions and perhaps an anal plug. Then, we head to the grocery store or movie. Perhaps Sunday I'll dress her in such a way then take her to church.

Today, however, I came home from work and the house was filled with the warming scent of spiced cider. She'd been slowly brewing it all day. The delicate flavour of apple mixed with cinnamon, oranges and, my favourite, ginger. She dips a cup for me and tops it with butterscotch schnapps. I smile at her, my mind already at work.

"Fresh ginger?" I ask.
"Of course," she answers smugly.

"Any left over?"
"Of course, my Lord."

I laugh as she retrieves it from the fridge for me. She kisses me and heads into the bedroom, knowing to prepare for me. I hear her as she removes her clothes and opens drawers. I finish my cup of cider and begin to peel the ginger into a thick finger.

When I enter the bedroom, I am pleased. She never fails me and I never cease to wonder at her beauty, intelligence and trust. She is face down on the bed, a pillow beneath her hips. Her ankles are tied to the ends of the bed, spread eagle. She has tied silken scarves to her wrists and then looped the ends over the ornament in the centre of the headboard. For a moment, I simply marvel at her loveliness and my luck in having her. Then, I approach her.

I rub the finger of ginger against her anus and can already see the wetness begin to glisten. I insert it - fully and quickly. She gasps and begins to squirm as the burn seeps into her innards.

"I have a special surprise for you."

She whimpers a bit but I know she will accept my plan. I place one of the peeled pieces of skin, ginger side up, against her clit. She's panting now, the burn intense and new.

"That's a good girl. Now, I'm going to spank you and you are going to keep still so that your clit will sizzle as much as your bottom. Understand?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"What day is this?" I ask.

"The fourteenth, my Lord."

"Yes. So, for fourteen minutes we will continue in such a manner. Are you ready?"

She is squirming, biting her lip, her pussy dripping honey. The burning of the ginger intense on her tender, sensitive skin.

"Yes, my Lord and Master."